Time for this one to go home!
Albeit-more than a little sadly. One of the things I marvel about, in an age of jet air travel, is how I can wake up in a vibrant city like Munich, and then 18 hours later be laying my head down in a hick town like shopping mall. Given a choice, I’ll take the vibrant city every time. The life of the landed gentry in America may appeal to some-and once I thought it did to me-but not anymore. The boy has gotten off the farm-and has no desire to go back. Call me, a citizen of the world.
Now I just have to find a vehicle to fund that ambition.
Till then, God willing, I’ll be back at my desk in Dullsville tomorrow. See you there!